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Daddy / Brat | Rough

I Begged for a Spanking and He Shattered Me

When Adam opened the front door, he just stood there for a second. There was something about him that made you shut up and listen, but he wasn’t loud or anything. It was just how he carried himself and the way he looked at you. Then he pulled me into a hug that felt solid and warm, and all the stupid stuff I’d been worrying about just disappeared. It had been a while since I’d seen him, but it was easy to forget we’d been apart at all.

I followed him to his bedroom, and he shut the door quietly behind us. He wanted to talk about what I’d said and how I’d acted stupid by accusing him of things. I already knew I was wrong, so the words came out of my mouth easily.

“I’m sorry. I know I was being a brat.”

He looked right into my eyes.

“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it this time, baby.”

His voice stayed calm, which somehow made it scarier.

“You need to make it up to me.”

Then he mentioned spanking me. He just threw it out there like it was nothing, but my pussy immediately jumped. I love being spanked and need it badly. He saw the change in my expression and knew exactly what that did to me. He pulled me toward him by my arm, and when I tried to look up at him, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Then he put his hand on the back of my head. He pushed my head down, and his hard cock was right there waiting for my mouth.

Oh fuck, it was perfect. It tasted so good that I thought I’d do anything to stay right there. I sucked it hard, then took him deep into my throat until my eyes watered, but I didn’t care about anything else. I just wanted to make him feel good. His breathing got heavy, and I could hear him growl with a quick puff of air every time I went down on him. If I could bottle that sound up, I wouldn’t need to listen to music ever again. Drool ran down from the corner of my mouth while my brain went completely empty. I was so into it that I barely noticed when he pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed me.

He pushed me face down onto the mattress, and my face got buried in his sheets. The next thing I felt was his cock pushing into my pussy. He went in slow and deep, and my mind went blank again. He knew the right angle and hit that spot that makes me want to orgasm right away. But he kept me right there on the edge instead. He stroked in and out, taking his sweet time with me. He was giving me exactly what my body needed while taking exactly what he wanted.

Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so he could see my face. I was biting down on the mattress, and moans just came tearing out of me.

“Look at you… You’re not so tough now, are you?”

That’s all he said, but I came apart completely. My pussy squirted all over his dick, and a scream ripped out of my throat. He kept going, though. He pinned my arms above my head and started fucking me faster, making my orgasm last longer. As soon as I thought it was over, another one started right up. Each push was a special kind of hell because it was too much pleasure. My body shook, and I couldn’t control it. I begged him for a break, but weak little words just fell out of my mouth. He didn’t listen.

“This is what happens when you act up. You get fucked like the needy little slut you are.”

He gave me no breaks and showed no mercy. I whimpered while he fucked me hard, and my useless begging didn’t work on him. Still, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

“Daddy, please… I can’t take any more. I’m sorry. Please… I need you so bad. Oh… fuuuuck.”

My body went totally limp after that. He was taking everything from me like a debt collector, and I owed him big time. I was nothing, I was nobody, I was his. In that moment, I existed just for him, and my heart felt full. He flipped me onto my back, pulled out of my pussy, and came all over my stomach.

I was lying there on the bed afterward. I felt everything all at once while breathing heavily. I was still vibrating, and I was just trying to catch my breath. He left the room for a minute, then came back with a warm, wet cloth and cleaned me up gently. After that, he climbed into bed next to me and held me. We didn’t say anything because I already knew I was forgiven.

I never got that spanking I wanted so badly, but the punishment was so much better. I really meant my apology, and he knew not to give me what I thought I wanted. It’s hard not to fall for a guy like that.